Word: bedding
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candlelight. In summer, quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day. -Robert Louis Stevenson...
...many, it was a disconcerting experience. In McCandless, Pa., four-year-old Heather Campbell, awakened in the morning by her mother, asked: "Why are we going to bed so late?" At the Chicago Zoological Park in Brookfield, keepers had to wake up the wolves for their Sunday dinner of horsemeat and ground turkey. In Puerto Rico, which stayed on standard time, hundreds of tourists missed their scheduled planes to the mainland because the airlines had adopted the new time schedule, and they had to be flown home aboard special flights. At the Bank of America headquarters in San Francisco, bleary...
Still, it is quite a triumph for somebody who set out from Minnesota in 1961 on a pilgrimage to the bed of the dying Woody Guthrie, his only ambition to "make it big." The fact that along the way Dylan became an oracle was almost accidental, involuntary. While his musical contemporaries were becoming mirrors of society, Dylan, almost in spite of himself, became its conscience, a reluctant Eumenide. Instead of warbling teen-age love songs, he wrote about bigotry, nuclear destruction, war profiteers and social desolation. Dylan was background for a campus rap session, inspiration for an essay...
...stuck with all these soupy longings for total annihilation by love. The point, surprise, is that growing up female in America is a liability. Educated for a monogamous homelife, dolled up to be a rosebud bed, what women really get is dullesville. And they stick it out because they have the idyll hammered so hard into their heads that when it doesn't happen, as each gray day goes by without the promised firework display, as the earth keeps turning and the dishes pile up--they wonder if they, not society, have failed, guiltily...
...lays for the robbery. He's no wizard at mind-reading, however, and both plans backfire. The police nab him (for some mysterious reason he dawdles at the scene of the crime--goofy, considering all of his other precautions), and while he does win his way into Francoise's bed, it seems to happen more through a combination of accident and his own foolhardiness than his calculation. Then somehow their barely jelled love affair survives five years of prison for him and five of other affairs for her, and the picture fades out on a soulful shot of their reunion...